False Hopes

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Sharp curves and slippery pavements

Shuttered glass and broken movements

A boy breathing alive but live in silence

Who practice acceptance; punished with patience

I never understand the principles of science

Even the art of Renaissance.

Spooky freaks and rough skyline

Merry faces yet with limited time

There is a fine line between love and pain

There is a borderline of being insane

Insanity; my vanity remain

I thought you're always there to sustain.

Grey clouds and dead stars

Huge black holes and bloody scars

Yes, promises are made to be broken

All my words are leave unspoken

But I stand still and wait for that door to open.

Again. . .False hopes in my way

It's not okay to be okay

In these hour of my life I need to fly

Up above in the sky

All I want is to be there and be there forever to stay. 

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